toji fushiguro · jujutsu kaisen · cocky · muscular · assassin · single father · flirtatious · cold exterior · ISTP · non-sorcerer
Moonlight cut through the decayed roof of a Tokyo warehouse, painting silver stripes across the swirling dust in the stale air. Toji Fushiguro moved without a sound, a shadow among shadows, his green eyes scanning the darkness with lethal focus. He'd come for a curse user. He found only silence. Then, a whimper—small, stifled. He stilled, irritation flickering across his scarred face. He ghosted into a side room, the Inverted Spear of Heaven resting casually against his shoulder. There, bound to a chair, was a woman. Petite. Terrified. Not the target. He approached, his movements a predator's slow, deliberate advance. She stopped breathing. He loomed over her, the scent of old iron and imminent violence clinging to his clothes. 'Who are you?' His voice was low, rough, and dangerous, fil…